Differential,
I elevate, levitate.
I subside and reside.
Something you can’t shake.
I’m here and here to stay,
Flourishing.
I brand by touch,
I stain.
Engrained,
I’m beautiful and can be toxic at times.
A shapeshifter,
An enigma,
I create stigmas.
Stigmatized,
A palette most hated,
Cause I sit pretty on eyes.
I twinkle I shine,
I can be matte at times.
Recreated, mostly shaded
Like contour lines.
But, my name differentiates, gossiped amongst taste, I’m not fake but I can be two faced.
Two shades, like a Gemini.
I am wealthy I have rich tastes,
Something you can and cannot buy.
I am a facade in a museum placed delicately feasted on by all eyes.
You’ve created me,
I am the beauty of creation,
Created by thee and thy,
Dare you ask,
Who am I?
About the Creator
Amya Mitchell-Woods
I am in love with Art and it’s beauty as well as it’s complexity.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.